A Summer Poem

"In our book there's space for a summer poem:

With what luscious things shall we fill it?

with Water for splashers,

and Ice Cream on dashers,

and Root Beer so high that you'll spill it!

I'm glad there's a space for a summer poem,

though I'm sure that we'll soon run it over

With bikes right for racing,

And frisbees for chasing,

And picnics spread out in the clover.

Now pile the space higher!

Add a tent, add a fire ---

And drowsy-eyed papas and mamas

who chauffeur their crew

to a drive-in or two,

Before we need winter pajamas."

-anonymous